I just don't understand! How could I have done what I have done?! Like when Cain killed his brother Goliath I feel so guilty! I feel the eyes of God upon me, and He reins down his anger! Oh God forgive me! Night after night I shake with cold sweats, reminded of what I have done, of what I can never be forgiven for. Even now, as i stay here on my knees trying to pray I know that God has turned his back on me. I am one of the worst possible sinners! I have destroyed what God himself had created! Nothing can save my soul now. It is as black as tar because of my sins. I have heard that the sins of a father always haunts his family, even after his death so it's a good thing that I have no true family. But my kingdom! Oh if i were to have one request it would be that my kingdom be run by a man who is better than me. A person who will lead my kingdom to a better place for I already know that a king with a soul as dark as mine cannot lead a kingdom into prosperity. God has left me to rot in my own destruction, and there is no way I can be forgiven. Even the simplest hymn now burns my tongue. My unholy mouth cannot speak the virtuous words anymore. I don't even try to cry out to God for forgiveness because I know my sins are unforgivable. I cannot bear to live with the knowledge that I have broken one of God's sacred laws. Now I am on my knees, but no prayer escapes my lips. Tonight will be a lonely one devoid of sleep. Sleep cannot come to one with such a heavy conscience.
My dear, dear king! You sound so forlorn! God will forgive you! I will forgive you! No God can be so cruel! Oh! Every word you write is like a sharp thorn in my side! OH, I can't take this anymore!
ReplyDeleteOh get a life Polonius you are the thorn in my side. When will you die and leave us alone? Why is it that you must comment on every little thing that we write and spy on every little conversation? Is there a reason that you know more about the royal family then you do your own children?
DeleteParted lord. My heart cannot handle such sadness. Surely the gracious Lord will not misthink my Lord. I shall always rake your misdeeds my king. Oh! this agony is a wailful ailment to me!
DeleteYou mome! You are a wailful ailment to me! Won't you please take on yellows and leave us be? A pacus verbas to you is like the bible! Is there some reason you primer kings to daughters?
DeleteThis serves your right you wretched beast. God will no longer hear you for you have sinned. In truth, we all have sinned but you my fake father have done the worst of all sins. You need to pay for your sins and a ruined conscious mind is the least of your worries. If we were to weigh your sins of a scale your crime should be 1,000 pounds and the weight of your adulteress act should be 5pounds. Theses are the weights that your mind must carry. You have made your bed and you must sleep in it. I will not put you out of your despair at the moment because I think that your praying but when the time comes I will show no mercy.
ReplyDeleteI pash you you beast! The almighty no longer need hear of your sins. You shall dole out apologies for your actions, but no one will come to your defense. If your sins were to be divulged the people would jade you! You! A false king sitting upon a reechy bed. I will not save your soul for it deserves to rot.
DeleteHow you anger me Hamlet, but even in my anger I know that the only one who can truly judge me is God, and he will never forgive me. I have committed a grave sin, one that cannot be forgotten or forgiven but you too have committed sin Hamlet. Honor your mother. Have you forgotten this commandment? What did Gertrude ever do to deserve the cruelty you give her?
ReplyDeleteYou flush my roistering anger Hamlet! Though I know that my sins will never be forgiven even by that most forgiving man. You have sinned as well Hamlet. You have reneged your mother, and that is a tinct on your soul. What has that woman done to grant your rebuke?
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